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— William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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The Dissolution

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John Donne·1572–1631
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HE's dead; and all which dieTo their first elements resolve;And we were mutual elements to us,And made of one another.My body then doth hers involve,And those things whereof I consist herebyIn me abundant grow, and burdenous,And nourish not, but smother.My fire of passion, sighs of air,Water of tears, and earthly sad despair,Which my materials be,But near worn out by love's security,She, to my loss, doth by her death repair.And I might live long wretched so,But that my fire doth with my fuel grow.Now, as those active kingsWhose foreign conquest treasure brings,Receive more, and spend more, and soonest break,This —which I am amazed that I can speak—This death, hath with my storeMy use increased.And so my soul, more earnestly released,Will outstrip hers; as bullets flown beforeA latter bullet may o'ertake, the powder being more.
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